Spoils of War Part 3

 

“Hush, my dear brother... It's over now!” Alyssa smiled warmly, circling her bed. “The battle is won. The war is over. All that remains is the victory parade.” Robert was kneeling in the centre of her duvet in something of a PTSD haze. The quiet of the sorority house bedroom was in stark contrast to the stadium packed with tens of thousands of screaming fans where the Epsilon-Zeta girls of Beaverhole had dragged him along in full uniform as an honorary member of their cheer squad. He had been forced into clumsy high kicks between plays and to sit with the rest of the cheerleaders on the bench behind the bemused players. He had even appeared on the big screen at one point. His parents had seen him, he realised with a sinking dread,

And yet, the beast had been conquered, the game had been won, and the rival sorority had reluctantly handed their hostage back to his sister's clan. So, why was he still trussed up in velvet and nylon and painted like a sissy?! Robert turned his head to one side to gaze out the window and felt the long locks of his wig brush across his heavily made-up cheek. After all that had passed he still felt miles from freedom.

After the game had ended in victory, Alyssa and her friends had carried Robert on their shoulders back to the sorority house. He was soon naked once more as they stripped him of the Beaverhole uniform to throw on a small fire. His sister had to bat away a gleeful college girl who was enjoying Robert's perfectly smooth skin a little too much, and then she dropped the bomb that his ordeal was far from over as the girls were planning to parade their trophy at the college's victory party. All the girls mucked in to transform him once more, and by now Robert found that most of the resistance had gone out of him. He obeyed meekly as they produced a velvety party dress with long nylon sleeves and bejewelled choker, and demanded he dress himself. It was still slightly better than being nude in front of two dozen girls, and definitely better than being dressed as a cheerleader in front of the entire town. And still, his mind raced at the thought of what the sorority had planned for him, their new mascot, at their victory parade.

“Those Beaverhole girls are so dumb!” Alyssa smirked as she continued to admire her work, touching up Robert's make-up and rearranging bits of hair. “You know we told them this could be an annual thing?! Like we compete to win you as a trophy every Valentine's game. That's how we got them to agree to hand you over. I hate to say it, but you'll be long gone before the rematch next year.”

“What?!” Robert's face went pale. Suddenly the parade seemed like the least of his problems. “No, Alyssa, I won't be...” He stammered. “I didn't tell you... We were supposed to tell you this weekend... I got offered a place at Seabrook. I will be starting here in the fall. I'm going to be here for the next four years...” His heart pounded as he realised just how far from freedom he really was...

Spoils of War Part 2

 I was tempted to leave this as a bit of an Easter egg, but Beaverhole and the Epsilon-Zeta sorority are from the caption universe of my own friend B-Rex - someone who has influenced my captioning style more than anyone else over the last 12 years. B-Rex isn't currently posting but I highly recommend you go check out Degraded Damsels and see how much I have managed to rip off as my own ideas 

About a dozen girls crowded around Robert as he lay prone on the floor – their excitement evident in their rapid giggled whispers to one another. 'It's a guy!' 'It's a sissy!' 'It's some kind of pet!' 'Probably a boyfriend who got caught cheating!' 'It's pathetic!' 'It's probably their mascot!'

“It's a trophy!” The crowd parted to allow a stubby butch girl with an air of leadership into the centre right in front of Robert. “And it's ours! Those Seabrook bitches think they are so much better than us! They think their boys are going to crush our team in the big Valentines Homecoming game tomorrow! Well, were going to show them! Were going to show them that Beaverhole is not a town to be messed with, and we sure as hell are going to show them that Epsilon-Zeta is a sorority to be feared. And we are going to start by making an example of their little mascot here!”

Robert very quickly came to understand that the short masculine girl was named Lynn and was the leader of the Epsilon-Zeta sorority, a prominent house from his sister's college's rival school and opponents in tomorrow's Homecoming game. He could also tell that the other girls feared her like a drill sergeant as they moved obediently to her barked orders. For the second time in three hours, Robert was stripped naked in front of a room full of girls, and to his dismay, his member was still feeling the effects of his forced ice-cold shower – something that amused the encroaching sorority.

“He's completely smooth!” Chuckled one of the girls running her hand up his leg – an experience Robert might have enjoyed under other circumstances. Another girl lifted him under his armpits as hands slapped as his bare ass and one girl even pinched at his testicles. He was turned to face some approaching girls and when he saw what they were carrying, he began to struggle.

They overpowered him easily, of course, and within no time they had stuffed him into the Beaverhole cheer uniform complete with matching spandex spanks and sheer pantyhose. One of the girls had sat on his chest while another glammed up his makeup and replaced his wig with one with long wavy highlights. They were turning him into one of them, Robert realised in horror, and when they finally released their grip on him, he scrambled backwards on all fours until his back was pressed against the wall.

“Here! You'll need these!” Lynn threw a pair of pompoms at his feet. “Cheerleading isn't my thing, but the girls here will show you our routine!” Over the next hour, Robert was forced through an exhausting regimen of high-kicks, clumsy cartwheels and waved pompoms. His mistakes were mercilessly corrected by the team of girls and a sinking dread formed in his stomach at the sight of Lynn filming every moment of it. Just when he thought his lungs would explode, they left him a sweaty humiliated mess on the floor. Five minutes later, Lynn reappeared holding her phone. “It's official! Those bitches at Seabrook saw our video and agreed terms. Whichever college wins the Homecoming game tomorrow gets to keep their little mascot here as their own!”

Reason for Cheer

 I am really sorry about the unintended break. I planned to skip a week from Christmas and then I was really ill for the two weeks that followed. I have only been functional since about Friday. Anyway, here's a nice gentle one to start off the new year.

One of the greatest moments of my life happened in the school gym during a basketball game. No, no, it isn't what you are thinking. I wasn't out there on the court. I'm not some athletic prodigy. No, actually, I was sitting on the bleachers with every other loser forced into sycophancy to those more sportingly accomplished in the name of school spirit.

On that sweltering afternoon there was a problem with the scoreboard and the game had been delayed almost an hour. Boredom and frustration reigned and even the cheerleaders usually deployed to rev up the spectators had exhausted their routine and were sitting on the playing surface amongst their pompoms grumbling like everyone else. I don't remember why I started doing it. Just a fidget I guess, but absent-mindedly I raised a foot and planted it down on the metal bleacher. The other followed and then a clap and before I knew it I was drumming out the percussive introduction of 'We Will Rock You' by Queen. BOOM BOOM TSSSH. BOOM BOOM TSSH. Right foot, left foot, clap. Right foot, left foot clap.

The acoustics of the large airy room carried the infectious rhythm and within seconds my beat had spread in every direction from where I sat and met at the other side of the room. The entire gym was following my lead. BOOM BOOM TSSSH. BOOM BOOM TSSH. Right foot, left foot, clap. Right foot, left foot clap. It didn't matter that noone knew I started it. I knew. It had become much bigger than that. The rhythm was an extension of myself but it now encompassed the whole room and everyone inside. It was electric. I felt so powerful. Single-handedly I had rejuvenated the pre-game spirit and now even the cheerleaders were on their feet. I was in heaven.

Before I continue my story, you need to get to know me a little better. I am not a popular guy. Not by any stretch of the imagination. I am not someone you would ever give a second look. Hell, I am not someone you would even remember meeting. So to have an entire room of my peers following my lead like that is simply something I can't even properly describe. It is also why when given a chance to wish for anything my heart desired, I asked to relive that moment...again and again...

I think the girl who offered me the wish may have been trying to trick me. Like some kind of corrupt-a-wish thing. She introduced herself after school one day as Jeanie and said I could have anything I wanted. I told her and she smiled this sort of naughty smile. No girl had ever smiled at me that way before and I didn't get more than a few moments to enjoy it as suddenly my body was filled with a warm glow and began to change. I became something else,,,someone new...my wish was fulfilled...

I was surprised how easy it was to get on the cheer squad. The bitchy stereotypes just never came up and I was welcomed with open arms. It didn't matter that I was a beginner as I was given the easier parts of the routines while I learned the ropes and soon the watching crowds loved me too. Maybe it's because of how I look now..

Be My Fantasy

This was a request for Kitty St. Clare

Twins Got Talent Part 1

This was actually one of the first captions I made but I held onto it and eventually got round to finishing a four part series. Hope you like it.